Growing Up in a Flurry

"Up you go!"

Flurry's excited, liquid babbling was like music to Cadance's ears as Shining lifted her up into the air beside her. Her husband's strong magical glow surrounded and embraced their daughter's slight form, hefting her over the side of the bathtub as Shining's hooves rested on the side.

For a brief, wonderful moment, Cadance felt her spirits lift. The soft, almost beautiful innocence of their baby—well, toddler—daughter's voice made her chest swell with motherly pride. Her perfect little baby, bright and cheery and smiling, beamed at her as her father lifted her up into the waiting bathwater, a soft haze of steam curling over the rose-scented warm water.

An inch later, though, and Flurry's familiar shadow slipped into Cadance's vision. A lump swelled in Cadance's suddenly dry throat as the hulking mass of her "little" daughter's throbbing member bobbed in Shining's magic, its weight easily half again Flurry's. Flurry had grown quite a bit—surprisingly so, in fact, over the past year, outpacing all the other foals in the palace nursery with apparent ease. She already reached up past Shining's knee when she managed to walk...though just how she managed to move with that turgid behemoth trailing between her legs, Cadance still wasn't sure; watching for too long made it hard for her to think straight.

Cadance swallowed around the tight, catching lump in her throat and smiled wanly, shifting her attention back away from...that and toward the comforting gleam her daughter's smiling face instead. The name of Heart was certainly appropriate—framed by her bouncing, candy-colored curls, Flurry's face was all but shaped like a heart itself. Cadance couldn't help but smile a bit wider at the innocence in those eyes as Flurry's little rump splashed down in the warm water. Her daughter giggled, and pulled her hooves up to her tight little chest.

Flurry's hefty, hoofball-sized testes followed the rest of her a moment later, their sheer volume displacing a good amount of water on their own in a sudden surge. Instantly, a milky-white film began to filter out to the surface of the water around Flurry's wriggling form. Her shapely shaft, not entirely hard, but still turgid with a rigid, powerful frame that never entirely softened, poked a good two feet out of the water, its wide-curved flare leaning almost casually over the side of the tub.

Cadance's smile grew a bit forced, her eyes fixed. "Aww," she said. She leaned toward Shining and nuzzled against his shoulder, trying to find some stability within the shifting new normal. "She always loves bathtime."

Shining nuzzled her back. His hot breath on her neck sent her sighing with comfort, and she felt his confident hoof slip around her side, a relaxed snuggle. It reminded her of how they’d been when they’d first gotten serious—just a filly and a colt messing around after school.

"Yeah," he said with a grin and wink. His horn still flickered above them, keeping Flurry upright...though it was doubtful she even could fall over, what with the anchoring mass of her...organ acting as a hefty counterbalance to her own lithe foalhood weight. "Nice and warm and wet."

Cadance giggled softly. "Oh, yes," she said, relaxing and letting her mind drift. "She does get awfully messy, doesn't she?"

Beside her, she heard Shining swallow; felt his muscles tighten and his stance unbalance. Her own words hit her in sudden, sharp relief, and Cadance felt her own lips go dry a beat later. Her gaze tracked invariably down to Flurry as her husband's grip on her barrel tightened, clinging to her, now. Flurry smiled beatifically back up at her parents, beaming as though she hadn't a care in the world. Indeed, the attention seemed to make her squirm with further pleasure. A thick droplet of white oozed down her cheek, a few ropey strands of...something sticking to the foal's chin. Her fur was wet and sticky, matted with...

Well. It wasn't at all hard to guess.

Beside her, Shining cleared his throat, and she felt the moment of rapport falter; not as though a gulf had arisen, but like they were falling into the same pit. "Heh," he said, chuckling awkwardly. Not unlike the first time Auntie Tia had inquired…  Oh no. He pulled away from Cadance, and squeezed her gently on the shoulder, tender yet somehow as much needing as giving. "Looks like we'd better get her cleaned up, then."

"Oh, yes," Cadance said. A part of her wondered, though, somewhat tiredly, just how long it would be until Flurry needed to be bathed again. Another part of her, sleepy but present, seemed fixated on the idea

With a soft grin on his face that seemed to merge with the vagueness in his eyes, Shining leaned over the side of the tub—and hesitated all of a sudden. Flurry, her big eyes wide and shining, gazed up at him with unmistakable adoration.

"Da-da!" she squeaked. Her stubby little legs reached up toward him, wriggling in the air as warm water dripped down her coat. Shining grinned back down at her...and then swallowed in sudden shock, as the monstrous titan flexed, its jet-black shaft swaying mere inches from his muzzle.

His smile twitched uncertainly, stretching out his neck in an oddly deferent evasion of the enormous member, and Cadance felt her forelegs wrap reflexively around her suddenly hungry belly. "Yeah," Shining said, smiling down at their daughter. "Daddy's here. Mommy too."

He glanced toward Cadance. She smiled back, all too willing to ignore the glint of...helplessness? Fatigue? Desperation? in his eyes.

"And we," Shining huffed, turning back to Flurry, his smile broadening again with that adorable resolve and tenderness restored, "are gonna get you nice and clean."

Not quite able to pronounce the word "clean," Flurry just gurgled again happily and enthusiastically waved her arms up at her father. Chuckling, Shining reached down to nuzzle their little one's chubby cheek—though, Cadance noticed, he was very careful to keep his muzzle away from the compelling pillar rising surrounded by the steam of alpha-masculine musk from Flurry's far-too-tiny crotch—and held a hoof out toward her.

"Got the washcloth?" he asked with almost normal Shiny-casualness. Cadance started out of her trance, breaking free of the drift that had unknowingly overtaken her, all the way down to her clenching core. She hadn't noticed it, but her gaze had drifted across Flurry's...endowment...and just locked in place. She couldn't help it. It was just so magnetic.

"Er," she said, mildly resenting just how unprincesslike she sounded. Shining blinked, and then chortled with an exuberant, easily shared enthusiasm, a soft little snort that was so strikingly Shining that Cadance felt her smile returning and her chest unknotting.

"Oh," Shining said with a deep, almost goofily macho chuckle. "There it is—I got it."

As he turned off to the side to rummage through a pile of towels and towelettes, Cadance sighed, and turned vigorously back to the bathtub. She tried—she really tried—to push those other thoughts out of her mind, and just focus solely on her daughter.

Flurry loved the water. She always had, and often it was a pure, beautiful thing. The one time Shining and Cadance had taken her into the Palace pool, the little filly had splashed around in Cadance's grip for a good half-hour, gurgling and cooing appreciatively constantly.

"Momma swim?" she'd asked hopefully, toward the end. She was such a precocious filly—"swim" had been her seventh word! Cadance could only suppose it was from Twilight reading to her whenever she visited.

Cadance had chuckled—"No sweetie," she'd said. "No swim." She'd patted Flurry's shoulder, and the little filly had gone back to splashing, her little water-wings smacking heartily off of the surface. Her own wings had buzzed excitedly against Cadance's thighs, just a light smack, and—

Cadance swallowed, closed her eyes, and tried to clear her mind. Right. That was what had happened. For all that Flurry was her baby, spending so much time with her like...that had made the conclusion all but inescapable. She knew that Flurry was innocent, ignorant of the effect her actions and body had on others...but all the same, it was almost impossible not to feel like her daughter’s touch had...marked her. Like a stallion slapping a marefriend’s flank, a teenaged colt pressing his lover against a tree while his hooves gripped her thighs playfully, his wings curling around her sides…

Cadance swallowed. Her thighs had been so sensitive, her breasts tender from a long morning feeding Flurry's little sister. The tickling of Flurry's wings against her fur had just felt so...

...alive.

Evening out her breathing, Cadance opened her eyes again, forcing herself to focus on the here and the now, and smiled down at Flurry, determined to keep her regard motherly. Just as before, her lovely, growing daughter was splashing happily in the water, not quite gurgling, but giggling to herself every once in a while. And yet...

Cadance licked her lips, suddenly feeling a ravishing thirst. There was a very, very good reason they hadn't taken Flurry back to the pool since the solstice, no matter how much the little filly liked water.

It'd taken the custodians weeks to filter all of the spunk out. If a bemused Sunburst hadn't shown her by just how much the water level had risen...

Well. Even given her prior experience, she almost certainly wouldn't have believed it.

She was no longer entirely sure what she could believe, not anymore.

"Got it," Shining said, turning back. That confident grin still stood out on his face...but it still flickered, periodically fading and betraying something hidden hastily underneath. He hefted a washcloth, wet with warm water and lathered with soap, and met Cadance's eyes; she wondered if he thought he was looking into a mirror in her gaze too. "Want me to wash her?"

"No—I've got her." Cadance took the washcloth and returned the smile, leaning on her husband's perpetual joviality as far as she could. "You want to get her mane?"

"Sure." Shining turned back around, wriggling his rump absent-mindedly. "I know I've got the shampoo here somewhere."

As Shining rustled through the royal bathroom's well-stocked cabinet and whistling off-key, Cadance turned back to Flurry and sighed happily. Gently, taking the washcloth in hoof, she began to massage lightly at Flurry's slight shoulder, sopping up some of the...fragrant fluids matting her fur.

Flurry giggled wildly, splashing again in the water as Cadance moved to clean her cute little tummy. Despite herself, Cadance found her smile widening—hung like an over-sexed stallion or no, Flurry was her baby, and it brought a fierce stab of joy to her heart to seeing her beloved baby so happy, so carefree. Flurry's little splashing motions did have the side effect of making her, ah, organ bob rather noticeably in the air, but Cadance decided—wisely, she thought—that it was probably best for her to ignore it.

As least with Shining here.

Still, she couldn't help but shiver appreciatively as Flurry's stirring made her gorgeously potent cock slap heftily against the side of the tub, its fat flare smacking against the porcelain with a wet, meaty thwack!. The sound of it, so reminiscent of the pounding Cadance had taken at her daughter's hooves on so many nights over the past two years, made her tense up, wary of even moving for fear of displaying her suddenly peaked arousal. Her tail twitched, tried to flag—but she held it in place, only the sharpest lens of will keeping her body from betraying its attraction.

In her desperation to focus on something, anything other than the hypnotic sway and slap of her daughter's rut-ready rod, she thought she saw poor Shining flinch behind her. Unsure, and somewhat unwilling to ponder on what that meant, she did her best to refocus her attention on wiping Flurry clean. Of course, she thought, pursing her lips as she tried to scrub away at a particularly fat, musky glob of spunk staining her daughter's chest fluff, it would be no surprise that Shining might feel a little...self-conscious around his toddler filly's hyper-endowed stallionhood. Somewhat guiltily, Cadance found herself struggling to push away certain comparisons she might have made in the past, praising and even worshipping Flurry's mega-cock as even Shining's impressive endowment seemed to fade into nonchalance beside it. Nonchalance or nonexistence? whispered a traitorous part of her mind.

Blushing, and ever so desperately trying not to, Cadance dipped the washcloth in the warm water of the bathtub, attempting to wash out some of the omnipresent gunk. She wrinkled her nose, though, when she lifted it back out to find the surface covered with a thin film of a familiar-looking musky substance. Flurry, she should have realized—or rather, Flurry's vast, pulsating shaft—was constantly extruding its never-ending stream of precum. At this point, it was unclear whether it was arousal, or simple overproduction. Or, Cadance thought, with a small shiver, what seemed more likely: both.

"Mama!" Flurry chirped. Cadance forced the erotic thoughts from her mind yet again and smiled, lips slightly trembling, ignoring the tinge of red on her cheeks.

"Yes, sweetie," she said. She mopped at Flurry's chest tufts, doing her best to ignore the invasive, demanding scent of the matted cum as she scrubbed at it. Even minutes after eruption, Flurry's stallion-spunk was still so thick, so gooey, so virile that all Cadance seemed to be doing was spreading it around. "Mama's cleaning her little sweetie pie."

"Mama lick!" Flurry chirped, and wriggled, almost expectantly. Possibly not almost at all.

Cadance's hoof stalled and all thoughts of concealment were lost in sudden panic. An icy hoof clenched at her gut, and she wondered if Shining had heard that.

She didn't remember Flurry knowing that...word. That command. Then again, with all of the times she'd rambled out her arousal, drunk on lust and Flurry's own musk...it should not have surprised her that the foal would pick up on some sketchier vocabulary. She had no idea what to do about it, but left long term concerns for another time.

"Hush, Flurry," Cadance said, perhaps a bit too quickly. But Flurry only smiled curiously up at her.

Eventually, as most foals do, she settled on repetition. "Mama lick!" she cheered. Cadance shook her head, but Flurry only wriggled happily, her pert little filly flanks setting the filmy water around her sloshing against the sides. Barely three inches deep when Shining had run the tab, the volume and spread of Flurry's nutsack had raised the water level a good inch and a half...yet Cadance couldn't help but suspect that the constant drooling from her shaft and pent-up nuts had contributed a significant inch or so of their own.

Gods. She could sob.  Or drool, she wasn't sure which. Pent-up. The filly had just orgasmed fifteen minutes ago. Cadance bit her lip, forced her blush away, and got back to scrubbing.

"No, Flurry," she cooed, her sing-song voice a little stretched.

"Cock," Flurry chirruped insistently. Cadance blanched. Flurry wriggled and thrashed her little arms about, splashing a few droplets onto the sides of the tub. "Cock!"

"What's that?" she heard Shining say. She could feel a rush of air against her back as he turned, shampoo doubtlessly in hoof.

"—Duck!" Cadance blurted out, only somewhat desperately. She searched almost frantically in the little basket of toys next to the bathtub, and victoriously retrieved Flurry's bathtime rubber duck from the top of the heap. She turned to Shining, smiling broadly, and held it up into the air with triumph. "She wants her duck."

Just barely managing to keep her hoof from shaking, Cadance set the rubber duck down into the bath. Flurry cooed appreciatively—but not before giving her mother what almost felt like a knowing, secretive grin.

"Bathtime fun, huh?" Shining said. Cadance swallowed, and grinned.

"Yeah," she said. "Lots of fun!" Flurry beamed proudly up at them, and Cadance tried very hard to ignore the sight of her daughter rubbing the little rubber ducky against the mammoth pillar of her drooling shaft.

No, Flurry, she told her silently, begging her to stop—begging her to let her tormented pussy calm down. But Flurry only smiled at her, and banged the duck against her titanic member a few more times, the motion all too reminiscent of the way her mother's marehood would slam down against that mighty, pulsing medial ring.

Cadance shuddered, not entirely without pleasure. Flurry only giggled, a gleeful, innocent expression on her little muzzle.

"There we go," Shining said. Hooves lathered up with shampoo, he started to knead the suds into Flurry's fluffy, cum-spattered mane. The little filly shivered, and then giggled again, her nose twitching and ears perking in recognition.

"Dada!" she chirped. Shining, a loving warmth on his face, smiled down at her—although, Cadance noticed, tearing her own eyes away from the bath to see his, his gaze seemed to go past her, right over Flurry's ears and toward her...

...cock.

Cadance swallowed. She tried not to notice, but she saw Shining do...just..the same.

"Heh," Shining chuckled after a moment. He licked his lips, a familiar slight red tinge coming to his cheeks. Cadance moved her scrubbing to Flurry's tensing little thighs, trying her best to work out the cum-stains without letting her arms so much as whisper across that massive, throbbing mountain of manhood. Seeing it was one thing. Smelling it was quite another. But if she let herself even touch that thing...

Her marehood flared up with recognition and desire. That part of her knew what she wanted.  What she almost required, now. Cadance had to fight not to bite down—hard—on her lip, in an effort to make pain wash out lust.

Flurry smiled sunnily up at her parents, and held the rubber duckie high and proud. Cadance tried to ignore the fact that it was now covered in dripping, heady-scented precum.

"Whatcha got there, baby girl?" Shining said, leaning down. Cadance could actually see his eyes roll back and jaw slack—if only for a second—as he let himself enter the radius of Flurry's musky shaft. She shuddered, just barely resisting the urge to lean in closer—to compete for some of that mind-blanking scent. Surely it couldn't hurt to lean forward, to fill her lungs with that delicious, masculine smell...to maybe nuzzle it a little bit, or even clean off some of that musky pre with her tongue and cheek...

"Lick!" Flurry squealed and the shock knocked Cadance out of her trance. She banged the duck imperiously against her titanic shaft and held it there. Her little hoof jerked rapidly up and down the base of her shaft, her stubby legs too short to reach her fat, flared-out medial ring, but her intention perilously clear. "Lick!" The little duck's face, rubber and flimsy, squished inward as she pressed it against the surface of her rock-hard member.

Cadance's gaze flicked upward nervously, her panic deadened by increasing exposure to her daughter's scent.  To Flurry's commands. Shining's head was still bent forward, his muzzle mere inches above Flurry's. He was right in the danger zone, she realized with an almost clinical detachment; she watched his pupils dilate, his nostrils flare as that impenetrable musk filtered into his lungs. Her shoulders tensed as she felt the lump in her throat lessen, if only by a little bit.

So it's not just me...

She felt an odd sense, like a loneliness lifting more than even the quality of a burdened shared.  It took her a few moments more to realize she wasn't thinking of Shining as a mutual sufferer, no.  Not even as competition for the cravings she hoped to fight off.

No, the husband whose virility she had once eagerly pursued, whose maleness she had once prized over all delights…She recognized him as a fellow mare.  A stallion—a proud, virile, powerful stallion, she reminded herself, watching the bob of his own hefty endowment, the unassuming bounce of his well-shaped pectorals—but Flurry's mare all the same.

Shining swallowed. Cadance swallowed too, her whole body going rigid as she watched Flurry press her little toy more firmly against her titanic member, then stare at her parents. As if awoken by the stimulation, the mountain of flesh had begun to throb gently, its turgid surface pulsating in time with the little filly's heartbeat as its veins bulged across its surface. Streams—no, rivers of precum had begun to drool down from its tip, running in rivulets and white-water rapids down the sides as, ever so slowly, the level of the bath began to rise...

Cadance licked her lips and let out a little, shuddering, "Ah-h-h!" Unconsciously, she found herself leaning forward, her own nostrils flaring as she struggled to get a good, full whiff of Flurry's teasing, spicy musk. A shiver went down her spine as she realized that her face was only an inch away from the massive, black rod, Flurry's pillar of malehood staring her down from its throne of arousal.

And below... Cadance felt a flurry of arousal sweep through her needy belly. Flurry's big, black balls were only half-covered by the water level now, with the tops of their swollen spheres shining with precum. So much precum...

They stood there, in silence, with Flurry's soft breathing and the terrified little squeaks of the molested rubber duck the only sound in the room. Faces turned up toward their daughter's tower of sexuality, Cadance and Shining could only stare in obscene awe together, hooves still dripping with the sticky, tainted suds of bathtime.

"Well," Cadance said. Her voice wavered, and she bit back on a soft moan of want. "She's certainly awfully...messy." She chewed her inner lip and looked hesitantly over at Shining.  Was there a hint of something dark, secret, and familiar there?

"Oh, yeah," Shining said. His voice was...high. Whining. "She's really getting the bath kind of..." He swallowed again. "Dirty." Yes.  There was.  She shouldered over closer to Shining, closer to that cock, and closer to taking care of it properly.

Cadance's own voice pitched up as she watched Flurry's deliciously fat shaft throb, its monumental length swaying lazily forward to brush against Shining's cheek; almost a brush of benediction. To his credit, he didn't so much as flinch—but his daughter's wide, drooling cockslit left a long, gooey strand of pre stuck to his cheek that only lengthened as her cock swayed back into place.

His lower lip twitched and his eyes stared straight ahead, unblinking.

"Maybe we should clean it off," Cadance said. It was just a suggestion. Just a notion. They were here to get things clean, right? Her hoof twitched, the squeegee feeling hot in her hoof...but somehow, she knew it wasn't the right tool for this. And they both knew that it didn’t refer to the bath.

Lick, Flurry had said. Cooed. Demanded.

Shining nodded. "Yeah," he said, his voice trembling. His pupils were still black, his hooves shaking slightly. He took a deep breath, as if to inhale Flurry's musk purposely. After a moment, Cadance realized that she was doing the same.

And then, without quite waiting for her to reply, Shining leaned forward, paused, and then gingerly opened his muzzle.

Oh.  Yes.

A cute little moan slipped from her husband's throat, a sound so soft, so gentle, so needy that she could scarcely associate it with the tall, broad-chested stallion she'd come to know and love; could scarcely believe it hadn't come from her own throat. But there he was all the same, his cheeks blushing, his eyes half-lidded as he lapped quietly against the pre-slick surface of Flurry's cock. Lapped eagerly. His tongue curled tenderly up around a particular fat glob of liquid arousal and slurped it up with an obscene care, seeming unwilling to let a single dribble go uncleaned—or unclaimed. Cadance saw his eyelashes flutter, another low moan reverberating from his lips as he swallowed his daughter's pre down his gullet.

But he wasn't alone. She'd already started a cleaning session of her own, her body knowing how to get what it needed while her mind was concerned with trivialities. Where Shining's tongue lapped delicately at the broad curve of Flurry's tapered flare, Cadance's caressing lips had instead found her daughter's medial ring, fat and heavy with turgid stallion meat. Her muzzle quivered, and she whimpered softly as she latched onto it. Tablespoons of pre drooled over and into her mouth, Flurry's massive shaft twitching and trembling beneath her suckling lips.

There was just so very much precum. So wonderfully, powerfully virile was Flurry that it became clear to Cadance in very short order that the two of them just weren't up to the task. Never could be, just they themselves. But that didn't mean that they couldn't try, couldn't work together to serve and service that lovely altar of sex, with Shining's tongue lapping around the bulbous head of his daughter's cock as Cadance's muzzle, with long, loving licks, made its way down toward the base.

Thick, pulsating veins saturated with heady scent brushed against her nose as she made her way down. The permeating musk intensified, almost choking her as her nostrils approached the ultimate source of her daughter's churning libido and in turn, the source of their compulsion. Below her, Flurry gurgled happily, almost smug with satisfaction at her little needs finally being met; one of her stubby legs poked out to catch Cadance on the shoulder. As a toddler, she was far too weak to actually push Cadance anywhere,  but the weight of her hoof was clear: Flurry wanted her mother to go lower. To lick, to clean, to love her massive, dripping endowment. To be lower, simply, before Flurry herself.

Cadance's lush butt creeped its wriggling way up into the air as more and more of her weight leaned forward onto the side of the tub. She was slurping eagerly at Flurry's shaft now, her own soft squeaks of pleasure mixing with her husband's slightly deeper, but no less eager whimpers of servitude. She glanced up happily to see him nuzzling lovingly his daughter's fat cock head, his dutiful tongue working to slurp up as much precum as her fat slit drooled out. She could have giggled aloud—they’d promised to be a team when she’d learned she was pregnant, and they certainly seemed to have found their cameraderie! That was assuming that they were up to the task, of course. As wide and thick as Flurry's cockslit was, Shining appeared to have his work cut out for him.

But as for her... Cadance actually moaned aloud as she felt drawn in, her muzzle pressing down automatically against Flurry's tremendous, swollen nuts. Her daughter giggled, Flurry's little hoof pushing encouragingly against her mother’s shoulders as Cadance found herself adoringly burying her face deeper, ever deeper between the cleavage of her daughter's massive testes. Plump, cum-swollen orbs the size of soccer balls—and steadily pulsing larger—filled her vision, dominated her every sense. Small, warm, sticky droplets of water splashed against Cadance's side as Flurry squirmed happily in her bath, but Cadance herself paid it no mind. Her lungs were too full of Flurry's musk, her mind long since receded in favor of worshipping the divine pair of testicles pressing against her face.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a long, black shaft—nowhere near as large as Flurry's, but noticeable—lurch forward, its length growing steadily stiffer, thicker. She heard Shining groan, his muscular hips rocking forward as his cute stallionhood reached its full length, his girth throbbing with its erectness. A paltry, pathetic—compared to Flurry, at least—stream of his precum drooled to fill the growing waterline of pre, the bathtub growing into a reservoir of filly lusts. His own arousal mixed with hers as she nuzzled her cock in time with her daddy. Stubby legs cuddled around her length as Shining's muzzle slurped lovingly at her tip, Flurry's arms stroking her superior shaft in lazy self-satisfaction as her parents did their best to pleasure and clean her.

Cadance's drenched cunt spasmed, clenched in calling for that heft, as she felt Flurry's orbs swell up larger beneath her very nose. Their fertile contents squished, sloshed against her muzzle and around her cheeks, and she felt a fat, protruding vein pulse against her forehead. An irrational impulse seized her, as though the massive maleness was prodding her—not enough, she thought it was saying; you're not low enough. Burying her face deeper, she began to suckle on Flurry's laden nuts with zealous devotion, first suckling on the bridge of skin connecting her daughter's hefty ballsack, and then moving to suck encouragingly on the closer nut.

The tremendous orb was far too large for Cadance to fit fully into her mouth, of course, but meekly, squirming with arousal and a need to serve, Cadance carefully vacuumed every dry inch of it clean. She happily found herself taking a few seconds to slurp up the puddle of arousal that had pooled in the sagging skin between her daughter's churning nuts and cute little lap, a motion that brought her muzzle rubbing up against Flurry's soft belly fur.

Above her, Flurry lounged gleefully, her little foal cooing with obvious arousal as her hoof rubbed affectionately against her mother's cheek. Cadance suckled all the stronger at the sudden river of precum streaming past her lips; out of the corner of her eye, she saw Shining's hips sawing back and forth, grinding his engorged length against the side of the tub. She whimpered, moaned lustfully as she curled a hoof worshipfully around one of Flurry's tremendous orbs. The fat testicle sloshed and smooshed beneath her touch, its voluminous contents all the more eager for release.

Flurry's cute little breaths were growing shorter, faster. The little tuft of fur on her chest bobbed up and down as the toddler panted, squirmed, squealing with delight with every loving lick her parents gave to her cock. "Lick," she squeaked, her hoof hot and heavy and Cadance's shoulder. For all of her foalish, childish tone, it sounded almost a growl, nearly a command.

And oh, how Cadance licked.

She licked hungrily as the balls she was kneading between her hooves sloshed and churned, their contents swelling larger in volume by the moment. She licked feverishly as Flurry's cock swayed and throbbed, its heat like a furnace against her tender muzzle. She licked in incoherent delight as the water level of the bath slowly lifted up, the precum-streaked bathwater actually wetting the bottom of her chin, the water level having risen by nearly three inches since they'd begun. She licked, slowly, tenderly, lovingly, catching every drop or oozing glob of precum as her husband's little moans made her ears twitch and her stomach clench, her cunt throbbing lewdly as she watched each rope of his adorable orgasm splatter across their daughter's damp back.

The inexorable heat of Flurry's potent cock grew, the hardness of her overwhelming shaft growing until it was Cadance's rock, her mountain, her foundation. She worshipped it, praised it, both she and Shining alike as Flurry bathed in their adoration like a reclining goddess, carried upon a fertile, fertilized sea. Little Flurry purred, cooed, stroking her parents' precum-matted fur fondly as the portentous rumbling in her giant nuts deepened, her tiny toddler's frame seeming to tower over them like a giant's as her lusty shaft flexed and grew—

Ropes of glorious spunk half the width of Cadance's leg fired forth from the grand tip far above her head, Flurry's fat flare bobbing and lurching wildly as the toddler's orgasm hit her—hard. Flurry gasped, squealing with delight as her attentive daddy found his mouth hit with a tsunami of jizz. His long tongue, which had been lapping and digging eagerly into her pre-slick cockslit, was all but blown back by a wave of white.

Cadance moaned aloud, a triumphant cry of need fulfilled. She could feel her moist cunt throbbing, her juices bursting from her tender insides as the scent of Flurry's seed filled her lungs. This was their reward, this was their release. Clean, she thought, dreamily. She was clean.

Rivers of white washed down the sides of Flurry's imperious cock like the floods of a monsoon. They covered Cadance's mane, streaked Shining's cheeks as his long, flexible tongue worked its way around his daughter's unrelenting girth. Flurry's tiny body jerked and squirmed, her frame not quite large enough to handle the pleasure of her tremendous organ. Cadance pressed and snuggled her face harder against her daughter's length, the heat of it overwhelming her as she drank from Flurry's font of seed. Each gulp of heady, thick spunk was like a drink of nectar, each swallow of gooey seed a gift to her tastebuds and stomach alike.

Stomach groaning with fullness, Cadance felt the geyser of spunk slow to a trickle above her. Her cheeks were streaked with thick, creamy white as she pulled away, the deep blush on her face leaving her head hot and heavy. She was panting, she realized, her wings flared out behind her as her horn sparked with instinctual, ambient magic.

Shining groaned incoherently as he rocked back. He'd gotten the larger share of Flurry's first shot, swallowing it directly before having a chance to pull away. His stomach was large and round, strained with the weight of Flurry's seed. Her heart softened; seeing his jiggly gut like that gave her a dreamy sensation of rightness—of an adorable cushiness she suddenly yearned to cuddle. With a soft grunt, he plopped back onto the bathroom tiling. His rump squished out beneath him—had it always, Cadance wondered, been quite that soft and pliant?

Back in the bath, Flurry let out a soft whimper of her own. Then she giggled.

Blearily, Cadance lifted her gaze from the floor to the bath—and froze. The walls were splattered in white, fat globs of spunk clinging to every surface, ceiling, wall and floor, as their gooey contents oozed downward with the force of gravity. The water level of the bath had risen yet again, the murky water thickening to an impenetrable creamy white. The musky cum-bath swirled and sloshed around Flurry's little body as she splashed about in it happily; the "water"-line reached up nearly to her chest, though the viscosity doubtlessly was enough that she was in no danger of falling in.

Her chest heaving, Cadance blinked helplessly around the cum-stained bathroom, awareness flickering between a mare's delight and a mother's concern. Beside her, she heard Shining groan—and then curse loudly, the sound of it enough to jolt her out of her spunk-matted haze. Swallowing together, the two parents turned as one to face their happily gurgling daughter, whose matted, sticky fur was now drenched from head to toe in the thick, gooey white of her own load.

There was silence for a moment. Then, Shining sighed, the sound low and resigned.

"I'll run another bath," he said, and did.